I don’t often give myself days off. Something about the way my parents raised me, to always work hard and what not, makes me feel guilty if I’m not being purposeful. I’ve spent days completely vegged out, of course, but there’s always an undercurrent of guilt on those days.
Today when I woke up, I decided to give myself a completely guilt-free day off. And I have done nothing.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
I watched some episodes of 30 Rock.
I watched some basketball.
I took a nap.
I watched some baseball.
Tonight, I’ll watch more basketball (Go Spurs Go!).
And to mollify creeping feelings of guilt, I replaced my shower head with a fancier one my parents gave me a year ago, and I cut up a pineapple. I’ll take out the trash and maybe tidy up a little before bed. And I wrote this.
But that’s it. Nothing else. Grading and cleaning and classes and writing can all wait until Monday.
